Passed All This
by Jersey D GibsonI've cut my wrists, and walked away,
can you see the blood trailing back?
Symbolism weep, to the point of dispair,
do you even care, or did you walk away...
...or did you smile?
Days go by like cigarettes, in a rainy day,
can you shelter me, or will you let it storm?
Feelings have left me betrayed, it's all in my face,
will I ever be replaced, or will you cry...
...as you point the gun on me?
Mothballs packed
and I'm left here
standing on the corner
of your mind.
You put me up
you put me down
face on the ground
your foot on my back.
A killing joke
with a winning smile
and an empty hand
with a hollow heart.
(will I win or will I lose?)
Something's left alive, burning inside,
could it be the remainder of my heart?
Pus-filled wounds from your words, they scathe me so,
do you even know, what they do to me...
...when you make me bleed?
Time has taken its toll, and I'm left with change,
and doesn't it seem strange, that my hands are empty.
Been so long I've forgotten, what you looked like,
but as serious as I took it, I just can't get by...
...all these wounds inside.
Put up these walls
sealed the cracks
the water seeps
flooding inside.
Breaking down
or cracking up
just split apart
straight to the ground.
Can you see me
can you feel me
can you hear me
or do you ignore me?
(will I get passed all this?)
I'm sorry to say, I've got nothing to blame,
no nothing to blame, it's all the same.
I've taken my time, I've taken up yours,
but still I suppose, it's all the same.
Can you do a 180, from a 180,
I've changed myself, I'm still the same.
In all of my haste, I've killed my case,
I'm nothing but broken, it's still all the same.
It's all the same, I've passed all this
It's one and the same, I just got passed all this
It can't be the same, yet I got passed on all this
Will it be all the same, or will I be passed on this?
10/22/2008